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The Silent Kiss

 
sponsor : Constance La France
29.9.25
Placed : 3rd Standard Contest
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“Love is the Supreme Artist Unseen” Poet

with a silent kiss does sperm enter egg
     butterfly fondle pollen in morning dew
                   starling swallow caterpillar askew 
with silent kiss does sunbeam caress window sill
             spoon dips shallot soup with gentle will 
               waves ripple shelly shoreline in thrill ~

with a silent kiss does newborn lick nipple
        cloud embraces cloud, fluff huffed ripple
                      bud petal unfurls to air in dare
            wrinkled stranded beggar’s knobby hand 
           smooch offered seeded loaf, prime brand
hands warm curl steering wheel, feel genteel 
             anchor lands on jewelled ocean floor 

with silent kiss does sewing needle pierce 
            linen white, knife smear butter delight
dolphin fin rouse whale tail, ship returns lipping 

the silent kiss but Love in polar need 
destined to meet in embosom’s clasp 
receiver with giver unmasked grasp

 

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JUST LIKE WE USED TO DO

Looks so peaceful there upon thy grave 
where once these flowers never bloomed 
I think the concrete angel on your stone 
is lipping me a truth I've never known 

Up there in heaven where you are 
I could not rest like you my love 
These hands were made for toiling darlin' 
AND this heart was made for loving you, alone 

Looks so calm here yet a storm is brewing 
shackling my thoughts and rendering me sad
I think its almost time for God to close the gate 
but if I hurry, maybe I can snatch you back to life ;

Up there where doves cry and Angels sigh 
where flowers bloom at will on Abba's yonder sill 
There is a bench for two engraved by you,   
some day we'll sit there just like we used to do.

Nostalgia

Naked is the truth, stored in memory
Old wine savoured for us to make merry
Slipping thus into trance sedentary 
Time to time we do, rekindle the flame
Although in the now, things are not the same
Lightly we flit through dreams; life but a game
Going back also offers deep learning
In the here and now, wisdom imbibing
Ambedo musing, a divine blessing

01-December-2020

(syllabic acrostic rhyming tercet)

Sphere of Bliss

The mental garden adored by the self of soul to see,
by wisdom withered like the lingering tree.
Dew full silent shimmering green,
night’s moisture bathing air in naked keen.
Lipping flowers in sweet seduction,
glooming in shy perfection.
Fragrances speak the appetite for life,
when time reveals character by its light of strive.
Rapture by the bliss of being part,
celestial conduct shines in that whispering art.
Loving beauty is worship at will,
wisdoms mirror reflect that firmament of still.
The living sound beyond times of death,
faith belongs to that sphere of all beneath.

Tripping Skipping Lipping Lee

Tripping, skipping, lipping Lee. I’ve got a wart hog, you’re on my knee!
Spiking, liking, biking me, I’m going to travel, far as you can see.
Hopping, bopping, cropping, key. Fits in a door knob, bigger than me.
Smacking, tracking, fracking, we.  You are a he, I am a she.

Jumping, dumping, lumping, fee. Were you talking bad about me?
Laughing, cracking, graphing, gee.  Did you understand how to flee?
Skinning, skipping, hopping, see.  Where is that beautiful oak tree?
Leering, learning, licking, he.  What kind of woman would I be?


Hunting, bunting, breathing, she.  Bear hike cumberdash, knows Mr. Dee.
Shoving, loving, doving, bee.  From unknown places, now here with thee.
Wondering, thundering, gee.  Leave me now, go get some tea.
Jimmy, Whimmy, Limmy Lee. How much more fun can a rhyming poem be?

Revised: Jan 18, 2019          Contest: Rhyme Battle Xii
                                          Sponsor: Juli-Michelle

Silly Song

Tripping, skipping, lipping Lee. I’ve got a wart hog, you’re on my knee!
Spiking, liking, biking me, I’m going to travel, far as you can see.
Hopping, bopping, cropping, key. Fits in a door knob, bigger than me.
Smacking, tracking, fracking, we.  You are a he, I am a she.
Shoving, loving, doving, bee.  From unknown places, now here with thee.
Wondering, thundering, asundering gee.  Leave well enough alone, and I will get you some tea.

Ten Words Ten Lines 2-Big Surf Competition

Ten words ten lines 2-Big Surf Competition

After a long ennui of big wave competitions
surfers take to Oahu's North Shore "to go for baroque."
For these bonafide big wave riders hanging ten
is party time, cake frosted with elan and deju vu.
Waves peaking it's face into the eyes of the brave,
with carte blanche of fifty footers, part of the sugar.
All eye candy are on the Hawaiians, lipping alley-opps on the curls,
showcasing avante-garde to the diletttante's and spectators.
As waves keep pounding the shore to the cacophony of applause,
to tats, tongs and tans, big wave riders take to this anomaly waving.


Anomaly
Avant-garde
Baroque
Bona fide
Cacophony
Carte blanche
Deja vu
Dilettante
Elan
Ennui

connie pachecho

1/20/18

September

Slipping      slipping     sweet summer is    slipping      away,

Ebbing into the ocean of my memories.

Palpable is my changing mood when all too soon,

The Equinox arrives to     l  e  n g  t  h  e  n     shadows.

Enticed by cooler days and nights,

My birth month acquiesces, then brilliantly begins

Bursting forth in bright beguiling hues!

Elegies evoked in me by summer’s leaving still linger in my poetry.

Resolved to all of it - at last - I turn to the revelry of fall festivities.


Written 8/9/2015 Originally For the Birth Month Acrostic Poetry Contest 
Now for Julia Ward's Your Favourite Poem From AUGUST 2015 Contest

The Score

The key to feeling loved—attention
sharped or flatted drilled or bored, 
love demands attention that’s the score—

marry the compound emotions of gist and jest, 
sing the song of sorrow serene:
lay lie Ophelia on the waves of death
but grab the stage please.

Separated, longing, faceless, safety falsely felt
instruments of creation writhe in amour
lipping candied words across a span of white
following the cursor through the long night
a bouncing ball while music
plays, lovers seek delight.

Age, an unseen pain does not betray the seeking heart
wrinkled countenance 	denied by purloined words,
heat 	self-fingered  brings release percussed by tapping
indexes, moans cascade to vibrato trills	alone 

Attention to the tale, the changing platform of the frame
love unknown, unfounded, forms within the detail of the page.


Contest: The Pain of Night

Mi Corazon

Wrap around 	me
just so

string yourself through the needle of time
chase the froth of foam lipping the tide
let my nascent heart tap 	with the tip of your toe
samba, slow dance, make romance 

Oh wrap yourself 	around me
just so

slide down the capo 	across the strings
through this opening in cosmic signs
birth the waiting wonder of my love	mi corazon
limb to limb	entranced, your head inclines

Wrap yourself around me
just so
just so

pluck me from the moving melody   of rhyme
dip with me as the moonlight strides
let my petals curl  with the click of heel I love you so	 
samba, slow dance, make romance 

Wrap around 	me
just so


*Meant to be sung to Peter White's song “Life Story”.

Bliss State

Heaven has kissed the rolling hill
the ocean waves, and desert
an earthly token of goodwill
set sparrows to sing in concert.

A gentle touch awakes the morn
in shades of pomegranate
a fragile lipping, dawn is born
through the woods and cliffs of granite.

The globes caressed and embraced
as each denizen is delighted
for death is not a rendered grace
life is heaven, all are invited.

Divided

Powerfully pandered not pondered and plotted 
Ostensibly organic not overtly originally spotted
Liars lipping lethargic lies lavishly construed and truly
Ire inducing ignorance imputing irresponsible foolery
Terrorizing timid tepid taxpayers to respond fast
In an impatient ill illegal inconceivable idiotic mad blast
Callously cold and cantankerously conniving bastards
Assiduously aspiring and aggravating masses mastered
Low lying lingering and living Luddite like lumberjacks
Limping 'long labored roads ludicrously lacking facts
Yet yearning yearly for yuppy snacks


 they wouldn't even know what to do with it, nor deserve it.

X Rated

shaven upstart girl
tongue moving around,quivers
lipping her essence

Year On Year

Yaw ad! Yaw ad! Yaw ad! - Yaw Ad
— the felt shot of your toxic mind
as blowout around by finished wine —
in evolution lift lipping been voicing
overly anew tweed is addiction		
At phases are of Valentine’s Day. 

Yaw ad! Yaw ad! Yaw ad! - Yaw Ad			
— your setting to offer one field			
of trust precious present in any choice
in deeply refraction of liquor smell
and breezing-breathes mean it off talk —
two foul had owned your heart
edge at nearness around by
up bench stopped when we were sitting — 
and ten fouls will you figure own			
by an entire bench-day stop ...
We set  plans to be sitting again!

Yaw ad! Yaw ad! Yaw ad! - Yaw Ad
— the pious reactor’s iris of redness eyes
in near highly away concept to me 
upcoming of miscible to myself
the miss-rose by Valentine’s Day
And fail goals, the poses of smiles.

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